Tag: Writing Grief

Missing the Echo

When Autumn was born, suddenly there were echoes of her sisters surrounding me. Close parallels, repetitions, deja vus of the last two times I gave birth, with an intensely different outcome.  Or is Autumn the echo of those experiences? My body bleeds, shedding the…

Beautiful and Terrible

Somewhere out in the darkness, a phoenix was singing in a way Harry had never heard before: a stricken lament of terrible beauty. And Harry felt, as he had felt about phoenix song before, that the music was inside him, not without: It was…

Dread the Conversation

I dread the conversational “How many children do you have?” asked so eagerly, so innocently.  Nor did I realize how often people feel compelled to ask it. Woven into the fabric of small talk, along with the weather and where are you from and…

Nonet

waiting for a change a step sideways growth in unwelcome circumstance nausea swelling dizzy aching tired frightened all comes back to chance circle, hope, fire hidden truth look no more

Passing Through Me

When Death came He was quiet and unassuming A silent slip from one moment into the subsequent. No vigil, no disaster, no fanfare But a small flicker. It was a mysterious and unknown intrusion When Death passed through me Not next to me Not…